The mask

Yes, Tall, you’re right,
My mask is perfected.
To be care-free
Is what I’ve elected.
10 years faking,
I’ve got “happy face” down.
Suffocation?
It’s no longer around.
Very few see
What is under the mask.
Most do not notice,
Those who might do not ask.
My eyes are not
The window to my soul.
Look to my cuts
And see me in the whole.
My face is stuck,
This twisted smile won’t leave.
I express pain,
Harm myself with great ease.
There are no seams,
It’s had years to blend in.
If I’m happy
Then everyone wins.
All in all, Red,
Yeah, I guess you were right.
By day I’m glad,
But the real me at night.